He had stalked this male for a time. He was new to Iromar… he was rather unimpressive with his talents in the swamp but not everyone could impress himself. He watched as the male tortured the fox. He was doing it wrong but he wouldn’t complain at least he was seeing some use in the male. He only wished to study his eyes, his expression. That could tell a lot more about the wolf and their mental state. Truly it was depressing he couldn’t see the flicker he imagined. He felt a little sorrowful for the fox however. They were better teachers than prey. So it left a taste of frustration on his tongue.

‘Shows Over’ He deep laugh reverberated from his throat as the male gazed into the shadows. Stepping out he spoke; “The show isn’t over. The first act is, unless you are telling me you’re a one tick pup in that case it would seem my time has been wasted and if not then I am pleased to meet you face to face.” He looks over the male not completely impressed but not unimpressed in the least. He sits and his tail curls around his paws as he lifts his head in a hidden pride and yet his rather pleasant manner about him.

“You should wait until it returns to consciousness before you continue. If you really want to enjoy its suffering but if not your way works. Though I personally wouldn’t waste my time one prey animals… but to each his own.” He sighed looking over the pelt. Perhaps he was to kind for his own good but no one had to realize it. He could save his darker side to protect or avenge those he loves outside of that he was fine being conservative with his talents. Really, who in Iromar deserved to know him… well outside of Raven that is. Yes… outside of the lovely fem no one else deserved his time. Perhaps until now…